Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Song I'm feeling.. acht


Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory.

Memory ah, Memory ah, Memory ah.


Come doused in Mud, soaked in Bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old Memory ahhh.

Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh.

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun


Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh. (Don't have a Gun.)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

(Memory ahh, Memory ahh)
                                                                                      - Nirvana

Dedicated to my frenemy, tj..

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